To Eros

Terrible — O Love, you are terrible!
What use is it for me to lament, saying again and again: " Love is terrible " ? He laughs at me; he is glad to be abused; he feeds upon curses!
It is a marvel to me, Aphrodite, how you who were born from the hoary sea, brought forth fire from water!
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